Last night at 9, the time that I am typically getting ready for bed, I had the sudden whim to make a skirt. A cheerful, springy skirt. So I rummaged through my fabric “stash” and pulled out two old yellow sheets and a skirt that was made for a five year old (which I was supposed to mend years ago– I do feel guilty about not getting that done…). At midnight I hopped into bed, satisfied with my new skirt. Here is the result:

The happiest part was stepping outside to a lovely sunny day and seeing my daffodils (or as I call them, “laffodils”) coming up. I planted them a few months ago, doubtful that anything would happen since the bulbs were a few years old and felt completely dried out. Is it silly that I prayed the entire time I planted them and have continued to all this time? Well, it’s the truth. And I am so thankful to see them sprouting.